Whiskey Christmas

It was Christmas Eve; I was a prisoner of my own divide. Lost in mind, clad in drunken sadness, caged up inside. Alone and forlorn my thoughts laden with whiskey lies, Memories seem so distant, only a week since goodbyes. Christmas tree glistening, blurry in my vision of tears, Flashing lights bright, neighbors Christmas party cheers. No presents or joy in this household upon this night. Sorrows, misguided gulps of liquor, cloud my sight. Heartbroken, gloomy devouring the demon filled drink. No more, no less, my eyes roamed over as I did think. Hopelessly lost in a whirlwind of memories of no more, No more, love by a lover, no daughter to teach the score. Left me in a house, no longer our home that we shared, Only I and this half-empty bottle, feeling impaired. She left me, taking my child a thousand miles away. While here in this house of torture, me and myself stay. Every corner a recollection blinks by crystalline light. Splintered and speckled by the twinkling star so bright. Atop the now barren tree which had shined with joys. Years before cluttered with wrappers, boxes and toys I slam a big gulp down my throat, since this was my first. Night of my debut to the evil of whiskey blinding thirst, Never before had drunkenness been a quest or even a try, This night she devoured my soul, not wanting ever to cry. Intoxication was a desire, though not ever beyond joy. My virgin body of drink has choked me unable to deploy. Sour mash tears wash down my face, wiping my eyes. I hear my built up agony; pour out in inhuman cries. User Name Cecil Hickman Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Contest Name Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever